The woman next store
Just sits and stares outside
She hasn't come out once
Ever since her husband died

This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs

Youth club group used to want to be free
Now they want anarchy
They play too fast, they play out of tune
They practice in the singers bedroom
The drums quite good, the bass is too loud
And I can't hear the words

This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs

Saturday morning
Family shoppers crowding out the center of town
Young blokes sitting on the benches
Shouting at the young girls walking around

Johnny stands there at his window
Looking at the night
I said, hey what you listening to
There's nothing there
(That's right)

This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs